This is a song about "Raindrops in tokyo"

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

But somehow it made them listen

In proving improvement in chunks,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Like the pyramids primitive appearing in

So if it comes down, may the best man win

She all on my skin

Its in operation

Living out of a homeless shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Young notable bout to go in!

Ten more depending on where wale going